This year in Language Arts class I learned many skills that will stay with me for life. Mostly I learned how to become a better writer. This year I have definitely noticed that I have improved drastically as a writer. I have learned many new skills that I continually use to improve my work. Some of the skills included using sentence variety. Sentence variety means that you use different types of sentences to make sure your piece doesn’t get boring. Also I learned about the skill of balancing. Balancing is the skill of balancing conversation with narration. There shouldn’t always be the same amount, but you need to make it fit your piece. This year we worked on three major pieces; a personal narrative (which is about a small moment in your life), a non-narrative piece (an essay) and a fiction piece. My favorite piece was my fiction story!
My fiction piece was titled, Until We Meet Again! It was my favorite piece because I think it really showed my true capability as a writer. While writing this piece I really had the time to think about the skills I was using and new skills I should incorporate. With all the skills included in my piece I know it showed how good of a writer I can truly be. It showed my personal style as a writer and I think I will use it as a reference for writing techniques in future work!
In conclusion, I am very proud of this piece and all of my writings this year. I have definitely learned a lot and will be grateful for that in the future as I mature my skills. I love to write!
Here is an excerpt from my story! “Are you almost ready to go, Derek?” yelled his mom from downstairs in the kitchen. It was spring break; Derek was in high school and had gotten the week off. Today was Tuesday and Derek’s mother was driving him to the mall so he could meet up with some friends. For some reason, even though it was May, it was as foggy as it could get. “Coming Mom!” replied Derek in a very low, scratchy voice. He wasn’t actually ready to go; he wasn’t even out of bed. He had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. His nose was running and his throat hurt really badly. ‘Maybe I should stay home’ he thought to himself. He had these plans for weeks. He couldn’t just abandon his friends because of a small cold. ‘I’ll push through’ he thought ‘it’s not like I’m going to die from this!’ He lay still in his bed, thinking about what he should do. “Come on Derek!” yelled his mom in a very impatient voice. “I know Mom!” he yelled back in his achy voice “Are you O.K. Derek? You don’t sound so good!” said his Mom in a worried tone. “I’m fine Mom. Just wait a couple more minutes!” Derek replied in a very annoyed, typical teenage voice. “I am just worried about you ‘Sweets’!” said his mom in that tone mothers always use when they are trying to sound nice but they really mean for you to back off I am just doing my job as a mother. Derek was stretching his arms above his head and was yawning so loud his Mom decided to yell back up and make sure he wasn’t still in bed. “Derek, seriously, get up and get ready. You are going to be late!” his Mom said with a slight streak of anger in her voice because of his lie that he was getting ready. “Sorry Mom, I am just tired!” replied Derek. He finally swung his feet over the side of his bed and slid his back over. When he was ready he put his feet on the ground and stood up. He immediately fell back in bed. He was so tired his legs were sore and couldn’t hold him up. He tried to stand up again. Finally he was on his feet. He reached his hands up again and let out another big yawn. For some reason this time, his mother didn’t call back up to him and tell him to get going. He walked over to his closet and almost tripped on his shoes that he had left sitting in the middle of the floor the night before. Good thing his mother hadn’t come up or she would have been really mad at him for not tidying up before he went to bed. He pulled the leg of a pair of jeans until it uneasily came out of the tight clips on the pants hanger. He slipped them on over his boxers. He had never had so much trouble getting his feet into the right pant leg. When he finally got them on he slipped a belt though the loops and didn’t tighten it enough to hold his pants up. That’s right; he was one of those boys. When he was finally done, he turned from his closet and bent down to the level of the bottom drawer in one of his dressers. He kept his t-shirts in this drawer; along with basketball shorts. He grabbed a dark blue t-shirt and slipped it on over the muscle shirt that he wore to bed. He slowly walked over to the other dresser in his bedroom that was right on the other side of his closet. It was a shorter one that had a mirror right above it. He glanced in the mirror at himself. Yep, that’s right; he was one of those boys.
This year in Language Arts class I learned many skills that will stay with me for life. Mostly I learned how to become a better writer. This year I have definitely noticed that I have improved drastically as a writer. I have learned many new skills that I continually use to improve my work. Some of the skills included using sentence variety. Sentence variety means that you use different types of sentences to make sure your piece doesn’t get boring. Also I learned about the skill of balancing. Balancing is the skill of balancing conversation with narration. There shouldn’t always be the same amount, but you need to make it fit your piece. This year we worked on three major pieces; a personal narrative (which is about a small moment in your life), a non-narrative piece (an essay) and a fiction piece. My favorite piece was my fiction story!
My fiction piece was titled, Until We Meet Again! It was my favorite piece because I think it really showed my true capability as a writer. While writing this piece I really had the time to think about the skills I was using and new skills I should incorporate. With all the skills included in my piece I know it showed how good of a writer I can truly be. It showed my personal style as a writer and I think I will use it as a reference for writing techniques in future work!
In conclusion, I am very proud of this piece and all of my writings this year. I have definitely learned a lot and will be grateful for that in the future as I mature my skills. I love to write!
Here is an excerpt from my story!
“Are you almost ready to go, Derek?” yelled his mom from downstairs in the kitchen. It was spring break; Derek was in high school and had gotten the week off. Today was Tuesday and Derek’s mother was driving him to the mall so he could meet up with some friends. For some reason, even though it was May, it was as foggy as it could get.
“Coming Mom!” replied Derek in a very low, scratchy voice. He wasn’t actually ready to go; he wasn’t even out of bed. He had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. His nose was running and his throat hurt really badly. ‘Maybe I should stay home’ he thought to himself. He had these plans for weeks. He couldn’t just abandon his friends because of a small cold. ‘I’ll push through’ he thought ‘it’s not like I’m going to die from this!’ He lay still in his bed, thinking about what he should do.
“Come on Derek!” yelled his mom in a very impatient voice.
“I know Mom!” he yelled back in his achy voice
“Are you O.K. Derek? You don’t sound so good!” said his Mom in a worried tone.
“I’m fine Mom. Just wait a couple more minutes!” Derek replied in a very annoyed, typical teenage voice.
“I am just worried about you ‘Sweets’!” said his mom in that tone mothers always use when they are trying to sound nice but they really mean for you to back off I am just doing my job as a mother.
Derek was stretching his arms above his head and was yawning so loud his Mom decided to yell back up and make sure he wasn’t still in bed.
“Derek, seriously, get up and get ready. You are going to be late!” his Mom said with a slight streak of anger in her voice because of his lie that he was getting ready.
“Sorry Mom, I am just tired!” replied Derek. He finally swung his feet over the side of his bed and slid his back over. When he was ready he put his feet on the ground and stood up. He immediately fell back in bed. He was so tired his legs were sore and couldn’t hold him up. He tried to stand up again. Finally he was on his feet. He reached his hands up again and let out another big yawn. For some reason this time, his mother didn’t call back up to him and tell him to get going. He walked over to his closet and almost tripped on his shoes that he had left sitting in the middle of the floor the night before. Good thing his mother hadn’t come up or she would have been really mad at him for not tidying up before he went to bed. He pulled the leg of a pair of jeans until it uneasily came out of the tight clips on the pants hanger. He slipped them on over his boxers. He had never had so much trouble getting his feet into the right pant leg. When he finally got them on he slipped a belt though the loops and didn’t tighten it enough to hold his pants up. That’s right; he was one of those boys. When he was finally done, he turned from his closet and bent down to the level of the bottom drawer in one of his dressers. He kept his t-shirts in this drawer; along with basketball shorts. He grabbed a dark blue t-shirt and slipped it on over the muscle shirt that he wore to bed. He slowly walked over to the other dresser in his bedroom that was right on the other side of his closet. It was a shorter one that had a mirror right above it. He glanced in the mirror at himself. Yep, that’s right; he was one of those boys.
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